****A trip down memory lane****
I popped in again on the girl as she took a trip down memory lane. She stared out the window as she was ushered into Willow Springs Raceway.
She had not been there in many years. In fact, she was in her twenties the last time she attended her loved one’s race there.
The girl sat, gazing into the past of pit lane. The window presented a scene from long-ago: She studied herself over twenty years previous, a nervous wreck watching him race. She was standing there
with her father-in-law who was reassuring her, and helping his son prepare for a race.
***Another scene displayed itself ***
She was there with her husband’s new found friend. Her husband had bought his new friend some racing tires, and somehow they were bonded for life. I doubt it was the tires, really. They had mirrored souls from the get-go.
She was still in the car as she watched the two friends laugh, bond and race. Admiration for the two racers filled her heart.
**And yet another clip dared to reveal itself**
An ambulance hand delivered her husband and one other. She experienced me in this moment. Yes, sheer JOY. I wasn’t certain how I could make myself useful in such a serious situation. But it was when she saw him exit the ambulance in one piece that she witnessed me. Her spirit went from turmoil to adventures with JOY. Me. She experienced me!
The slide show continued. One clip after the next.
A new film reel began as the old ones faded away.
Now out of the car, her shoes held onto the hot pavement for dear life. She stood watching him struggle into his new, leather race suit. Helmet on, and then gloves. Straddling his motorcycle, the engine revs. His face was different. Intensely lined with wisdom. The passion in his eyes for the sport even more so now. He rode with the confidence of a seasoned professional. Way different then the rack em’ and crash em’ days. She gazes at how very handsome he looks.
Things were different for her too. The girl who once applied aqua-net hairspray was now applying tire warmers and race fuel. How the years have done them well.
They both experienced me that day. Pure JOY. Yes, he experienced my triumph in the ride that day, and she felt the jubilation of memory lane. What can I say? I love my job!